It always amazes me how books can connect people..hmm...
I know that whenever I meet someone new...a question that is sure to show at least part of our “kindred spirit-ness” is “So...do you like to read?”.
If the answer is in the affirmative....and the person starts waxing eloquent about their beloved authors and books....I know we’ll definitely have something to talk about for awhile.
And when you discover that another person has the same favorite authors...or the same books that they’ve read and reread over and again....there’s such a kinship found too.
Books can shape so much of a person’s life...and having someone understand....without explanation....why you think a certain way....can be so refreshing.
When you’ve read a book once or many times over...and you connect with it....the phrases and ideas become a part of you.
However....they really can only be entirely understood by a person who has read and connected with the same book.
For me....because I can so completely relate....I think often of what Anne says to Marilla in Anne of Avonlea about “fly[ing] right up on the wings of anticipation” and then crashing “down to earth with a thud”.
hmmm....I too often “fly and then thud”....but only someone who’s read that particular book can completely understand the analogy.
Though those who aren’t bookmaniacs often don’t understand....there truly is a kinship between those who love books.
Those of us who understand the thrill of finding a book you’ve long been searching for.
Those of us who understand that there are certain books that just have to be reread every so often.
Those of us who understand the sigh of utter contentment that inevitably escapes you when you finish a really good book.
We understand each other....and always will.
Books are those friends who always astonish and surprise us, like any good friend they have an endless virtue of listening. They speak sparingly; what we read is what they listen and what we understand is what they speak.
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting my blog, I too read a lot, although only about a book per week now with the baby (used to be 3 a week). I loved the Anne of green gables series, I really should read it again as it's been more than 20 years since I've read it.
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Rightly said by some one....
ReplyDeleteLet books be your dining table,
And you shall be full of delights
Let them be your mattress
And you shall sleep restful nights.
oh i love reading...and thats the best companion when i feel lonely.
ReplyDeleteOh I can so relate to this one. I'm discovering new writers these days and catching up with all the bestsellers I missed out on 'cause of my hectic studies. You must go though my book reviews I do on my blog sometimes :) Thanks for being around!
ReplyDeleteAnd hey, I hope you take part in my 'Friends Meetup Party' this Thursday on my blog :) I'll be looking forward to having you there :)
i liked irfan's comment..cheers friend
ReplyDeleteReally the blogging is spreading its wings rapidly. Your write up is a fine example of it.
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Well said. A man, they say, is known by the company he keeps. ( Man of course in generic and not gender terms). Books, by far, have proved to be one of the best companions I have known. Some of those have truly been extraordinary.
ReplyDeleteHope to keep reading more in order to keep writing more.
hmm....Dear All
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for coming.
I am honored.
Yes, all I have done is buy and read books all my life. I have never real done much else.
ReplyDeleteYour life's all shattered into smithereens.
Back in our silences and sullen looks,
For all the Scotch we drink, what's still between's
Not the thirty or so years, but books, books, books.
That is why I have never been able to marry and live my life like the rest of my fellow human beings who have been getting on with their lives, careers. That is why I have been in the same place, my life undergoing no cataclysmic changes in the last 2 decades or so. Having had an attitude of:
Faiz hota rehey jo hona hei
Sher likhhtey raha karo betthey
I did not enter this decade with any dreams or ambitious illusions. I have long forgot what it is to desire something. If time has not wiped me out by the end of what is just another Low Dishonest decade in which I will still read books, watch films, attend poetry sessions occasionally. People will still say the same things about me, it will still be raining. Nothing ever happens here - As Alan Bennett said 'Life is generally something that happens elsewhere.' At least, I know that mine is. And that which happens to other people. And there is the Larkin line 'Something like nothing, happens anywhere.' Today I am back where I was in 2000, snobbish, selfish, whatever else I am labelled, none the richer and none the wiser. I tend to the neorealist view of history being cyclical. A continual movement, as Antoine Lavoisier said 'Rien ne se perd, rien ne se crée, tout se transforme.'
Yaron nei apney apney maqasid ko ja liya
Yan aql o dil bakashmakash e in o an rehey
Ya josh o zoq o shoq ya kum himmati sei zauf
Sub kuchh hua kiya pey jahan kei tihan rehey
well said!
ReplyDeletebooks can actually change your prospective towards life!